A Not So Evil God In Fate/Grand Order

The ground under Jeanne's feet started to melt, red sparks floated around her.

« All evil is here.

The time for revenge has come!

This is the roar of my soul that was polished by hatred...

La Grondement Du Haine! »

With her chant, a massive pillar of fire shot upward. When she pointed her sword at him, the fire was released in his direction like the breath of a dragon.

Seth jumped back, again and again, trying to get out of the attack's range. Alas, when he was in mid-air, a black stake came from the ground and pierced his right leg. Unfortunately, it was not over. More stakes came from the ground, piercing his arms, right shoulder, and the side of his belly.

Once she saw her attack was successful, Jeanne stopped. The fire surrounding them as well as the stakes piercing Seth disappeared. Without any support keeping him in the air, he fell to the ground.

"In the end, you only were all talk. I will be taking your head now. Goodbye." She said, starting to walk in Seth's direction.

"It really hurts, you know?" Jeanne stopped, her eyes widening in disbelief.

Seth who was one the ground, bleeding from all the holes left by the stakes, started showing signs of movement. The wounds covering his body caught on black fire making the bleeding stop.

Different from healing, the fire was evaporating the blood and cauterizing his wounds at the same time, a process that would be painful for everyone. He, however, didn't feel pain—no. He couldn't. He wasn't awake to feel it.

Getting up just with just the help of his legs, he staggered a little before regaining his footing. Slowly, he raised his head to meet Jeanne but only white could be found in his eyes.

"You are persistent, aren't you?! Why don't you just drop dead already?!" Jeanne screamed seeing him 'fine' after her attack.

He didn't respond, not that he could. The only words that left his mouth were said before he fell unconscious after all. Crouching down to pick his spear that fell to the ground after he was pierced, he looked at it for a second before magically disappearing from his place.

"What?!" She didn't have the time to process any information as she was sent flying by a kick to her waist. Before she could crash into anything, she was hit again, this time by Seth's spear.

This process continued for a minute, with Jeanne barely managing to block attacks directed to vital places. This didn't impede for wounds to start forming around her and for her armor to start breaking.

If Jeanne was having it bad, Seth was having it worse. Although it looked like he was giving the Black Saint the beating of her life like it was the easiest thing in the world, the truth was that he wouldn't be able to keep this for much longer if the paleness of his skin was anything to go by.

Feeling the cease of functions, Seth's 'auto-battle mode' decided to do one last attack and put what little magical energy was left on it. Kicking Jeanne to the sky, he appeared above her before hitting her stomach making her crash into the ground throwing dust everywhere.

The fire surrounding his wounds started gathering around his weapon forming to lines that coiled around it like two dragons starting from the tip of the spear.

"..ge. D....t" He opened his mouth and said something by instinct but as he was not conscious he couldn't form proper words.

He was preparing to throw his spear and put an end to this but before he could, a big shadow was cast over him. Looking by instinct he noticed giant claws heading in his direction.

Coming to a quick decision, his instincts chose safety over finishing his opponent. Turning around mid-air to face the incoming blow he threw his spear clad in fire at it.

One the weapon and 'hand' met, a resounding boom resounded across the battlefield. The spear impacted the center of the Dragon's paw, trying to continue its path.

ROAR

The Dragon roared, filled with anger he put more force to push the spear back, but as if having a mind of its own, the fire surrounding the spear started going from the weapon toward the arm of the dragon doing the same coiling motion.

Like an anaconda, the black fire tightened around the Dragon's arm. Although the pathetic heat didn't do it any damage, that wasn't the intention. The spear that was still trying to pierce the Dragon's paw glowed. As if receiving a signal, the black fire used itself to generate an explosion.

The black dragon roared again, this time not because of anger, but because of pain. The two passengers on its back struggled to maintain balance as the Dragon started doing erratic movements in the air.

The shockwave of the explosion blasted Seth who was still in mid-air. Like a meteor, he crashed into the ground creating a crater ten meters deep. This time, however, he didn't move anymore.

The black Saint was brought back to reality by the sound of the explosion. When she looked up, she saw her most powerful card roaring and thrashing around in the air, one of its arms was even blacker than before.

Looking to the side, she noticed a big crater, getting closer to it her eyes went wild with hate. Inside was the man that threw her around like a ragdoll.

She wasn't the only one with hate directed at Seth, though. Having recovered, the Dragon's gaze fixed on the unconscious man. With a roar filled with anger and hate, he opened his mouth as a fire started forming around it, ready to incinerate the hateful human.

"Wait Fafnir! I will be the one who kills him! But first, I will torture him to pay him back the humiliation he did to me!" Jeanne ordered Fafnir, and although he wanted to be the one to put an end to the human's life, he still complied.

Descending on the crater with her almost broken armor, she put her left foot on Seth's c.h.e.s.t applied force. Sadly for her, the unconscious man didn't give any reaction as if he were dead.

Lifting her foot, she stomped again, again, again, again and again. The man, however, still didn't show any reactions even after the outline of Jeanne's foot was imprinted on his skin.

"Why...? Why?! WHY WON'T YOU SCREAM?!" This isn't what she wanted, she wanted to see him suffer. This was not fun! This was not enjoyable! This wasn't the revenge she wanted!

After her outburst, she calmed herself. Pointing her sword at his face, she started tracing it down while saying the things she could to make him scream. "Should I gouge your eyes? Should I slash your neck? Should I open your c.h.e.s.t and take out your heart with my own hands? Should I cut the thing that makes you a man? Or should I cut your legs and make you unable to walk anymore? WHAT SHOULD I DO TO CALM THIS HATE?!" She shouted at the end, it seemed that her calm stated before was just a lie.

"Well, I guess I could start by leaving you without the hand that has the command spells on it. That way the annoying girl could forget about having another Master as long as we kill the other one." She said while grabbing Seth's right hand.

Before she could do any further actions a voice came from afar. "It's not elegant. This city, that combat style, your philosophy or principles, none of them are. You're so beautiful yet you still shroud yourself in hatred. Be it for evil or good, shouldn't humans strive to be more free?"

"A Servant...?" The black Saint muttered.

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Receiving the order from her Master, Jeanne decided to go help Mash and Saber, albeit reluctantly. She felt it was her responsibility to face her other self with him.

However, she decided to trust him and do what he ordered. Something she hasn't truly done in a while she embarrassedly thought.

Stopping next to the group, she said. "Let me help you fight against them, please."

While Fujimaru and Mash were happy to receive extra help, Saber wasn't. "What are you doing here? Go help your Master fight the other you. What kind of Servant are you?" Artoria asked without holding anything back.

Far from feeling hurt, she remained firm. "No. As much as I would like to help him, he ordered me to help you fight the two enemy servants." She said with a serious face.

Saber widened her eyes in anger. "And you listened to him?! Is there only air in your head?!"

Mash interrupted from the side. "Calm down Saber, I think Kuro-san will be fine, he managed to defeat you after all—" She tried to placate her but it seemed her words weren't the best by the looks of it.

"I trust my Master, that's all." Jeanne said, not taking Saber insult to heart.

"Are you done with your little chat? My skin is getting itchy to feel your blood." The voice of the white-haired woman with the staff on her hand said.

"You are so greedy. Who gets to take their souls, then?" The blonde man with skin as white as milk said.

"You can have it, their souls won't maintain my beauty. I won't tolerate someone more beautiful than me. No, more than that, their bloody will only elevate my beauty even more!" The woman responded, her long fingernails touching her lips as she looked at the Servants before her like they were the most delicious dish.

"Are you done with your little chat? My blade is getting itchy to feel your blood." Saber said. It seems she took a liking to use other's words against them.

This didn't please the white-haired woman. "Insolent little girl. You will be the first whose blood I shall put in my tub!"

Her staff glowed, doing a swing at Saber's direction blood materialized at her feat and shot toward Artoria in a saw-like form.

Before the attack could land, Mash positioned herself in front of Saber effectively blocking the hit. Jeanne dashed toward the woman but the blond man stopped her advances.

Artoria didn't stay idle, she jumped from behind Mash and landed at the side of the man whose spear was being held in place by Jeanne's flag. She slashed at him but the man simply disappeared in shadows before returning to his original position, beside the white-haired woman.

"I stop the Saint but you don't stop that other girl, I see that camaraderie isn't something you know." The man said in a light tone fully knowing that no other thing than destruction existed in their maddened minds.

"For your age, you surely know how to joke around." The woman responded, completely unaffected by his words.

Finishing their little chat, the woman sent a violet ball of magic toward the group. Same as before, Mash positioned herself to block the hit. However, once that was done the man appeared with his lance at her side, covered by the woman's attack.

Jeanne who was near managed to parry his lance with her flag. Completely unfaced, the man disappeared transforming himself into shadows again. This time he didn't retreat, though. Reappearing behind the Servant with the shield he slashed with his lance upward creating a red line on her back.

"Mash!" Fujimaru shouted from behind them with his widened eyes.

The blonde servant disappeared again, avoiding a Slash from an angry Saber. While they were distracted with the man a black portal appeared atop of their heads, a yellow statue of a woman came crashing down.

Reacting quickly, Saber grabbed the now kneeling Mash with her A-Rank strength and threw her toward Fujimaru before retreating together with Jeanne barely avoiding the falling statue.

"Aren't you going easy on them, Dracul?" The white-haired woman said to the man who was now standing beside her, casually revealing his True Name without care.

"Vlad III...Romania's greatest hero known as the Lord Impaler!" Dr. Roman's surprised voice sounded among the fighting group.

The man, now known as Vlad, shot a look at the woman. "Who knew you would reveal my True Name like that, disp.l.e.a.s.u.r.e is not enough to describe how I feel." He said, his tone a little more serious than before.

"Don't get mad. I would rather be remembered by a bad name than not at all. Besides, I prefer being called by my True Name, it's more fun that way. Seeing the hope of little girls vanish from their eyes is the best feeling ever after the one from bathing in their blood." The woman said, not the least intimidated by Vlad's words.

"But in the end, you were driven to ruin by the hands of the little girls you didn't manage to keep in your castle. Elizabeth Bathory, or should I call you Carmilla? How ironic your end was." Vlad said, a barely noticeable mocking tone in his voice.

"How boring, even after being branded as a vampire, you still cling to your noble 'heart'. I find that disgusting." She said.

"You mean to say that I still cling to my faith? Carmilla you—" Vlad was getting angrier by the second but was interrupted by the Blood Countess.

"You misunderstand, I idolize you as a leader, Count Vlad. You are truly the model I aspire to be." Carmilla said with sarcasm written all over her voice.

"Comparing idolizing with plotted assassination? The nobles of your country sure have their way with words." Vlad retorted. If it wasn't for his Master's orders he would have impaled Carmilla long ago.

Carmilla merely chuckled, looking at the group she did a curtsy bow. "My apologies for keeping you waiting. I guess it's time to finally put an end to this fight."

Mash, who had been healed by her Fujimaru's mystic code, alerted. "Be careful, Senpai. They still intend to kill us!"

Just then, magical energy started gathering in their surroundings. In unison, all looked at the direction of Jeanne and Seth's battle.

They saw how she conjured fire and threw it in his direction. How he tried jumping back to avoid the hit but was ultimately pierced by the black stakes coming from the ground.

All Chaldeans watched in horror while the two blood-s.u.c.k.i.n.g servants merely amused themselves with the sight. Vlad even praised his Master by the way she pierced him.

Even if it wasn't noticed by everyone, the hands that were holding Artoria's sword loosened slightly while Jeanne did the only thing that came to her by instinct, "Master!", she worriedly screamed.